Jiang Guangrong did not back down: "What? How can the small leader of the Black Dragon Gang be so arrogant and break the rules?"
Han wanted to say something. Nangong's shadow patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to step back.
Nangong Ying grinned, slowly walked up to Jiang Guangrong, sneered and said, "Rules? Rules are just limits set by strong people like me for weaklings like you. Oh, you don't seem to believe it! Is that so? Want to hit me? Go ahead, hit me!"
Nangong Ying was a typical Northeasterner. He was over 1.8 meters tall, half a head taller than Jiang Guangrong and very strong. In contrast, Jiang Guangrong appeared very frail. For some time, the momentum of Nangong Ying steadily overshadowed Jiang Guangrong's presence.
Jiang Guangrong clenched his fists. He even felt that if he bit down harder, his teeth would break.
While the two faced off, another focal point emerged in the cafeteria.
